“Isn’t it?” I cocked my head to the side, grinning at her. “You fuck your boyfriend every night, then get yourself off to me. If that’s not slutty and pathetic, I don’t know what is.” Confusion flashed over her face. “My boyfriend?” I blinked at her. Shit. Shit. She didn’t know I knew that. Fuck. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she said, stepping back. “How do you know—” She took a step back, looking warily at me. Dread pooled in my stomach at her words. “Who do you live with?” I asked, and she took another step back. “My…my brother.”
